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Uhhhh, I don't have time for any of this.
BUT ANYWAYZ, UNNNH school is done, for Gord's sakes, it's wonderful. I have to go in Monday morning, specifically morning, to finish Oliver's exam - oh I'm getting that A - but it'll be worth it.
I went to work for like forty minutes today. I finished the packet I had started yesterday and listened to Sandy, one of my coworkers who is really short but super hilarious, talk about her moral dilemmas. There are three ladies who work there who are from Latinesque countries: Soledad from Spain (awesome name and pretty accent), Clara from Colombia (sort of an older lady), and Nadia from Brazil (I know her best). Everyone at work is super duper nice. Except the beeyotches, but my mom and Nicole, the other girl in our office, has them all rooted out already. And I got on the 100 and almost missed my bus! Shoo.
After Sandy left and I was getting ready to leave at five, my mom goes, "I owe you $364 dollars in allowance money."
"Okay. Are you gonna give it to me?"
"Of course I am. That's your allowance money."
I want to know where my mom got $364. I know we got money from my great granma, so that's probably it. But it doesn't matter. All I know is that I am definitely getting tickets for the last game. And that's all I NEED to know. She said she's going to transfer the money next week so I won't even go onto Ticketmaster until then, lest my heart be broken. EXCITEMENT ENSUES
We should definitely do something special. We'll HAVE to make signs, and I want to do this other thing but I don't know if it's doable yet. We'll just see. Right now we're up 2-0 over the Isles, who we're playing last game, and that's a huge relief - sick of losing to them. So I'll go watch the rest now.
Hahaha, when I asked my mom about the mall at Robinson last week (Monday of this week?), she said, "Yeah, I know it. You go up there, it's far away, there's shit everywhere, and it's a traffic nightmare."
Oh and! I got the okay from my mom to get a tiny tattoo. I'm thinking Penguins, I'm thinking my ankle, foot.
"Come to think of it, I never once heard no"
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